June 30, 2010

Invisible Ink

Every time I really cum

I mean cum like earth shattering orgasmic

over the top sing the star spangled banner CUM,

I cry….weep… and curse his name…..still, after all these years.

It is like his cock crept into my heart

and signed his name on it,

and the only way for me to get the memo

is to unabashedly strum a G major concerto on my “Clitar” until the truth be told.

He had me, much more then I knew.

You would think the magnitude of the blast would certainly clear the pathways connected from ones pussy to ones heart.

It’s been so long since I’ve opened mine in the presence of a well inked hard cock.

I think the next time if I'm lucky enough

to find myself in the presence of great love again

and have the nerve to open my heart completely in the heat of passion

I will take the time to read the fine print,

and appreciate what I have.